Now I know what you’re thinking.
This guy is the admin of his very own website. He probably has cool cars and great clothes and cool clothes with pictures of great cars on them — like t-shirts with a car zooming through the finish line and the cars are hot and they are rad for the money.
Fuck yes, I do and these are all true things about me and my wardrobe. But the veracity of these flattering facts is simply not enough to stifle my mournful cries in the middle of the cold dark night.
I am almost constantly searching for the peak of some remote landform so that I may weep there in peace.
Perhaps it is an odd practice.